Текст песни bakulin - Больше - меньше

People complain that they are alone,
But the habit of putting your phone on silent.
The sun rises in the east, I again tasuyu line,
Change at the point where the commas, I want the best
And buried himself one stroke of the pen,
As a friend, to borrow from the best friend money on receipt.
In general - I live for a long time the adjusted Feng Shui,
Taking himself as there are souls of ice, like whiskey.
Remembering and forgetting little things in the end the most important thing.
I need more self-control and less self-deception.
More cases. Less words. More sleep and less noise.
More letters to himself and less vpisok,
After all, life is short, as the joy of the heroin addict,
And death is near, and suddenly, like a loss at undue risk.
I do not believe in fate of any god,
But if you think for a bit -
Somebody has to put in the time ruler
All those marks, nicks, scars and risks?
Someone tells us that you should
Try to kiss these lips?
Someone fills the cranial box meaning,
The mixture fragmentary memories of the facts of someone's unwanted fate of us?

The funny thing is that we do not know any of the answers to these questions in life.